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TITLE: The Brady Bunch: Marsha & Greg (mf, incest)
AUTHOR: HaRkOnIn (harkonin@usa.net)
FILENAME: bbunch01.txt
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INTRO: Here's a story... Of a lovely lady... Who was bringing up three
very lovely girls... All of them their hair of gold... Like their
mother... The youngest one in curls... Here's a story... Of a man
named Brady... Who was busy with three boys of his own... They
were four men... Living all together... Yet they were all alone...
Til the one day when the lady met this fellow... And they new that
it was much more than ahunch... That this group... Must somehow
form a family... That's the way we all became The Brady Bunch...
The Brady Bunch... The Brady Bunch... That's the way we became
The Brady Bunch...

If you remember the cute intro from the original TV series, you'll never
forget this twisted series about the erotic side of The Brady Bunch. And
it all begins on a dark and stormy night...

The Brady house was a litle bit darker than usual. The only light that
could be seen was the lightning flickering through the windows throughout
the house. Mr. and Mrs. Brady were both asleep in their bedroom. In the
girl's room, Cindy, Jan, and Marsha were all sound asleep. In the boys room,
Peter, Bobby and Greg were all sound asleep. The storm didn't seem to be
bothering any of the Brady family one bit. Until suddenly, 1 brilliant
flash of light sent Marsha jerking up in her bed staring wide eyed at her
bedroom window, followed by a crash of loud thunder that sounded like it
hit right outside her window. That made her jump out of the bed and run
out of the bedroom and into the boys room.

When Marsha entered the boys room, she tried the light switch. Nothing
happened. The storm must have knocked out the power. She wasn't quite sure
what to do. Her first thought was to run into her parents room and wake them
up, but she was too proud. She didn't want anybody to think she was afraid
of a little lightening. If the other kids found out, they'd brand her a
coward for the rest of her life. She didn't want that. So she decided
that the best thing to do would be to wake up the oldest boy in the family,
Greg, and talk to him about her fears. He was her brother, he would understand
what she was going through, and with a little persuasion, maybe she could
get him to keep it a secret for life or longer.

Ofcourse she wasn't concerned with that at the moment. Another crash of
thunder sent her to the bunk bed across the room where Peter and Greg slept.
Peter was on the top bunk. Greg was on the bottom. Marsha knelt down and
put her hand on Greg's shoulder and shook him gently and whispered his
name. It didn't take long for him to sit up.

Marsha: Greg. Are you awake?

Greg: I am now. What do you want?

Marsha: Greg, I need to talk to you.

Greg: About what? Do you know what time it is?

Marsha: Please Greg, I'm scared.

Greg: (Looking out the window and smiling) Of a little thunder and lightening?
Come on Marsha, you're a big girl now.

Marsha: Greg! I'm serious! I've never liked storms. Please?

Greg: (Sighing) Alright. What do you wanna do?

Marsha: Let's go downstairs in the living room and talk or something. I
can't sleep.

Greg: Are you serious?

Marsha: Yes.

So Greg got out of bed and they both walked downstairs and sat down on
the couch in the living room. Not much talk went on though. Marsha was just
happy that she had somebody with her through this terrible tragedy she was
apparently going through. But Greg wasn't going to stay up with her the
whole night. In fact, he was getting irritated and was getting ready to
go back to bed.

Greg: Marsha, this is silly. I'm not staying up with you all night. I'm
tired. We've both got school tomorrow! Now this is rediculas. Let's
go back to bed.

Marsha: No. Please Greg? I'm really scared. Could you stay with me for
just a little bit longer?

Greg: Well alright. But we need to figure out something to do, cause I'm
falling asleep here.

Marsha: How about a game of cards?

Marsha got up from the couch and went accross the living room to the game
cabinet and opened it. Inside were various boardgames. Monopoly, Chinese
Checkers, you name it. In a little compartment on the door, she pulled out
a deck of cards and went back to the couch and plopped down next to Greg.

Greg: Great, what do we play?

Marsha sat there and thought long and hard for a few moments. And then
she finally looked at Greg and smiled.

Marsha: How about... Strip Poker?

Greg: Marsha? Are you out of your mind? What if somebody catches us!

Marsha: Everybody's asleep! Come on.. Please? Just a quick game. It'll
keep my mind off the storm. Besides... You don't have anything
I haven't already seen.

Greg: I... don't think I wanna know.

Marsha: (Looking at Greg, then at herself) Looks like this is gonna be a
pretty quick game. Neither of us are wearing very much.

Greg: I don't think this will be a very fair game. YOu probably have on
more clothes underneith your pajamas than I do.

Marsha: (Smiling) And what makes you think that?

Greg: (Smiling back) Nevermind.

Marsha: Would you like to find out what I wear to bed?

Greg: (Embarassed) Sure.. I guess.

Marsha: Good. Then let's play. The game is 5 card draw, we play 4 hands,
whoever loses all their clothes wins.

Greg: You mean loses.

Marsha: No. I mean wins. Here, you shuffle.

Marsha handed the deck of cards to Greg and he shuffled the deck and
they began to play. The first hand pretty much sucked. Greg took 3 cards,
Marsha took 4, and Greg ended up with a pair of Aces, and Marsha ended up
having to remove her pajama bottoms to cover the Call she made, thinking she
had a bigger hand than Greg's. But when they laid their cards down on
the table, Marsha had only a pair of Kings. Marsha willfully handed her
pajama bottoms accross the table to Greg, who took them and looked at them
for a few moments. Pink with white polkadots. He snickered to himself.
He had no idea his siter was into polkadots. He put them on the couch behind
him and was about to look under the table to see what Marsha had on underneith
but she stuck her index finger out at him.

Marsha: Ah ah ah! No peeking.

Greg: Sorry.

Greg picked up the cards and shuffled for the second hand. This hand
looked a little more promising. Marsha had a Queen high
straight in her hand. She bet her pajama top, and Greg snickered to himself
and called the bet and removed his pajama bottoms and put them on the table
between them. They laid down their cards and Marsha ended up losing her
pajama top. Greg beat Queen high straight with an Ace high flush. The game
was getting more intense now, especially since Marsha was now sitting cross
legged on the floor at the table in front of Greg in her bra and panties.
He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Needless to say, the game went on for about 10 more minutes. Marsha
ended up losing all her clothes, and didn't appear to be very shy sitting
there bare naked on the floor in front of her brother. In fact, she kinda
liked it. The thought of her brother seeing her nude body kinda turned her
on. But that didn't last long. Greg was getting tired again, and was
becoming very boring to be around. Marsha decide to try something. Greg
stood up and was about to put his pajama bottoms back on when she whispered
"STOP" to him, which he did. He just stood there and stared at her for
a moment as she stood up and went to him and pushed him down on the couch.

Greg: Marsha, what are you doing?

Marsha: (Puting her finger to her lips) Shhhhh... Don't talk.

Marsha stepped over his legs so that his legs were right between hers
and put her hands on both his shoulders and positioned herself so that
she was on her knees on the couch, his cock just inches away from her wet
warm pussy. Greg tried to resist and pull away, but she wouldn't let him.

Greg: Marsha, we shouldn't be doing this. You're my sister. It's not....

Greg's words were interrupted as he felt his rock hard cock sink deep
inside her vagina. He let out a grunt as he felt the warmth of her pussy
around his cock. And when Marsha began moving up and down on top of him,
he just laid his head back on the couch and didn't say a word. Instead
he put his hands on her breasts and allowed her to do to him what he had
only fantasized about since the day his dad married her mother.

Marsha: Mmmmm do you like this Greg?

Greg: Oooh! Oh yes..... Mmmmmmm...

Marsha: Do you like being fucked by your sister Greg?

Greg: Oh you know I love it... MMmmmmmm... Hhhhhhh.....

Marsha: Do you want to cum deep inside your sister's pussy?

Greg: Oooooooh! Ooh Mmmmmmm yes......

Marsha: Then do it Greg. Do it...

Marsha began moving up and down faster and faster as she began talking
dirty to her brother, telling him how much she wanted him. . How much she
NEEDED him to squirt his love juice DEEP inside her. Her talking dirty
to him turned him on so much that he reached the very peek of his orgasm,
as did she, and she soon felt the warmth of her brother's sweet cum inside
her.

When they were finished, she kissed him passionately on the lips and
they both put their pajamas back on and went back to bed. Marsha was never
afraid of storms again.

-=The End=-

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